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Nova Prime / Rich Rider ([personal profile] iamresponding) wrote in [community profile] legionworld2016-01-02 08:59 pm

Imagine There's No Heaven

Who| Rich Rider and YOU
What| Laying face down in the grass in Central Park like a goon
Where| Central Park in the Habitat area of the ship
When| Same day he woke up, natch
Warnings/Notes| Nothing really.

Rich hated being told to slow down. There was a part of him that was screaming at him to be on the move. After all, there had to be 8X8 planetary distress calls to answer; this universe was supposedly as much of a mess as his was.

But the medicos here refused to budge on the "you need rest and time to adjust, especially since you need to adjust to the prosthetic arm" thing so here he was resting and trying to adjust. Kind of. If tooling around the whole ship without stopping was the same as resting and adjusting. Because he couldn't seem to stand still.

Admittedly, even just walking was hard. The Nova Force was still there -- he could feel it -- but it was definitely diminished somehow and that meant his invulnerability and superstrength were gone. Without that pinpoint precision and body awareness it gave him at full capacity, his extremities were a little numb and he was clumsy as anything, just like he was the last time he'd lost the Nova Force.

So after a whole day of pacing around the ship from place to place -- and constantly tripping over his own feet as he did it -- he walked through Central Park (Central Park! Made just for him, reconstructed out of old historical records!) and tripped one last time over his own feet, practically falling on his face in the middle of Strawberry Fields, not far from the "Imagine" John Lennon memorial.

Then he just...stopped. Finally. Because he was alive and he felt grass on his face. How long had it been since he actually felt grass? So he kicked off his boots and socks, too, digging his toes into it.

He'd almost forgotten what grass felt like, but it was itchy and smelled green and earthy and non-sterile in the way everything in space didn't. And as itchy as it was, it was...nice.

Apparently, the Human Rocket could slow down for at least a little while. How 'bout that?

Since he was focusing a bit more on the grass and the light artificial breeze, and his own breathing (he was alive, he was breathing) he wasn't focusing on how it looked to be a grown man face down in the middle of a field.

Truth be told, it looked pretty ridiculous.
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[personal profile] wherenoonegoes 2016-01-03 03:00 am (UTC)(link)
Hiccup and Toothless had taken to exploring the various Habitat sections. Usually by flying through them at high speeds, but Central Park was of the areas that had warranted a closer look.

Toothless was the one who found Rich first. It was possible Rich himself hadn't noticed the dragon, as stealthy as Toothless could be even when he wasn't putting his mind to it. The Night Fury prodded at the figure on the ground with a claw, giving a questioning rumble.
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[personal profile] wherenoonegoes 2016-01-04 04:41 am (UTC)(link)
That garnered an eyeroll from the dragon. No, he was not going to eat him. Still, Toothless realized that the man might need the reassurance. He turned to the side, giving Rich a wide view of his saddle and false tailfin.

If nothing else, the man-made object (Or in this case Athramite-made, built to replace the original leather one) should show that he was fairly well acclimated to people.
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[personal profile] wherenoonegoes 2016-01-06 03:33 am (UTC)(link)
Toothless nodded, and realized this whole conversation would be much easier if said rider were present. True, he had a remarkable ability to get his thoughts across without words, but Hiccup was able to get what he wanted to say with very little prompting.

And so Toothless roared, to get Hiccup's attention. That fact that it could make anybody unprepared jump was just a fringe benefit.

A tall, gangly man arrived in short order. "So this is where you wandered off to."

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[personal profile] nerdninja 2016-01-03 05:26 am (UTC)(link)
For a nerd in space, the first priority was pretty obvious.

No matter how long Donatello spent walking around the ship, it never seemed to end. There was something more in every direction, and while some of it was more interesting than other parts, all of it was interesting, full stop. Whether that was because of being jam-packed with more advanced tech than he'd had the chance to touch even in Dimension X, or because of the people from planets he'd never heard of hanging out there, or -

- because somehow they'd managed to pretty accurately replicate a chunk of Central Park in the middle of a ship hurtling through unknown space in another dimension.

"...okay, that's the last thing I thought I'd see here."

It might be the most familiar thing he'd seen all day, but that alone made it worth stopping and checking out in itself.
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[personal profile] nerdninja 2016-01-03 07:59 am (UTC)(link)
"Fake sun's more sun than I usually see this in, so I guess I can't complain." He flopped down to sit on the grass, dropping his bo staff next to him and leaning back on his hands.

It looked a lot nicer by day. And when he didn't have to constantly watch his own back - to be fair, that probably made it look even better than the light did. It wouldn't be accurate to say that Donatello disliked the ninja lifestyle, or that he wasn't content with it, but sometimes? Things got old.

Just walking around the ship without getting funny looks, being able to sit here in the middle of a New York that was completely lacking in people to stare or scream or cause some kind of commotion at having a giant turtle in their midst - it was pretty nice, he had to admit.
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[personal profile] nerdninja 2016-01-04 05:45 am (UTC)(link)
The question of what this guy was doing facedown on the ground was still up in the air, but Donatello ignored it to reach out and shake his hand.

"Donatello."

(The question of "why facedown in the grass" probably had a less interesting answer than the many other questions on his mind, after all.)

"So, what do you think the odds are that out of infinite possible locations in infinite possible universes, they'd grab multiple people from New York?"

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absolutely! c:

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[personal profile] stillshinigami 2016-01-03 05:02 pm (UTC)(link)
And walking up on this guy, face down with no context, he jogs over and looks down at him. He was moving, good sign. Being closer he could tell that the man was conscious and alive, so no emergency to call in thankfully. That left him mildly amused at the person who was basically enjoying a turf sandwich.

A dry chuckle escapes him.

"Looks like you're having fun. Is this some sorta custom I haven't heard of?"

[personal profile] stillshinigami 2016-01-06 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
Duo would argue it was more than fair to be laying there and enjoying life and the little intricacies of it all. It was so easy for people embroiled in constant warfare and battles to forget what you're really fighting for. He just smiles slightly, more amused than anything at the guy's enthusiasm for the soft ground letting the guy say his peace. Yeah, he could relate. Sort of.

"I've only been to Earth once. It's quite the place but I'm a colony boy at heart." That and there wasn't much opportunity to go to Earth unless you were taking part in the post colony drop clean up and restoration programs.

Then the man makes a comment that makes Duo pause, observe, and chuckle softly, mirthless but understanding. "That'll do it."

It endears the guy enough to Duo that he decides to take a seat about a yard away from him.

"How do you get 'un-dead' anyway? Hell, probably got somethin' to do with messing with space and time and the multiverse." Which is something he rarely thinks about, and really doesn't want to.

"You think we're gonna wake up some time and think it was all a dream in the end?"

[personal profile] stillshinigami 2016-01-08 10:51 am (UTC)(link)
He listens, looking up to the sky, briefly whistful gaze in his eyes before glancing back to Rich' to listen to his story. Hm.

"Never died, but got pretty close once or twice." Mostly just cutting it close to defeat, where as another left him with a lingering twinge of regret. Part of him would have rather died on principal, a martyr for the cause if need be, in the end he survived as usual. There was also some bitterness there, but there was no need to throw salt in the wound.

"Maybe. Seems like it takes an awful lot of power just to bring us here from all these worlds. And damn, you're coming from another world with super powers. This all goes way over my head." He pauses and chuckles, then lays back in the grass to enjoy himself.

"It's nice not to have t' think about all the shit back home for a while. Even if it feels like some of it followed me along here." But he doesn't have to play the soldier anymore. Not for a while.

It's the colonies he would be fighting for now after all, it would be the Legion.

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[personal profile] ribticklers 2016-01-03 07:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Sans had been exploring his new surroundings. There was a lot to explore, way more than the Underground--maybe more than the human world, too, but Sans hadn't had time to explore that before he ended up here. The Habitats were especially interesting, varying wildly based on just a few steps (or hops, or leaps). This place was green and earthy and open in a way he wasn't used to. It was nice.

Also, there was a human face down in the middle of it all. Well, they looked human, at least. Hands stuffed into the pockets of his jacket, he took a few steps forward.

"So, are you grazing, or...?"
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[personal profile] ribticklers 2016-01-06 11:46 am (UTC)(link)
The reaction, when the human (maybe? They look human, but here he probably shouldn't be assuming anything) looks at him, is a better one than he could expect. Not that he knows what a Nazi is, but if there's weirder where this guy comes from, then hopefully interacting should go smoothly enough.

"Yeah, don't worry about me, just your average talking skeleton monster." He winks, even though that requires closing his whole left eye socket. "And no bees. If there are any, I'll tell 'em to buzz off."
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[personal profile] ribticklers 2016-01-06 11:56 am (UTC)(link)
Of course puns. But the guy seems willing to play along, and that's all that Sans needs to keep rolling. Actually, he really doesn't even need that. He's pretty round for a skeleton.

"'Course not. If they've got a bone to pick, well, they'll have to try the next guy. I've got a lot of work to not do.

The name's Sans, by the way. Sans the skeleton."

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[personal profile] enthraller 2016-01-06 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
The sprawling park had an odd look to it, tidier than any truly natural spot but without the orderly manner of the gardens he was used to. Still, it was a nice enough place to wander, and less overwhelming than the rest of the ship, so Saralegui wasn't complaining.

Until he nearly tripped over a body sprawled on the grass. That certainly drew a soft curse out of him, as he stumbled back to avoid actually stepping on the man.

The irritated frown lasted only a moment before it was wiped clean, replaced with an expression that was more cautiously curious, and more socially acceptable given the situation. Saralegui leant down, hands on his knees and long hair slipping forward over his shoulders, tone tentatively light.

"Should I be worried about your health?"

Anywhere else, he might have skipped right to the "perfect image of concern" bit. But hey, it's space or the future or something. Who was he to make assumptions about anything?
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[personal profile] enthraller 2016-01-06 12:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's fine." The corner of Saralegui's mouth quirked up slightly with amusement, but mercifully that was as close to mocking as he came. "I've had long trips by boat before. I suppose I can understand the feeling."

Apparently satisfied, he straightened up, hands sliding up to rest at his hips. His smile took on a sweet edge that was, admitted, just a little bit teasing.

"But perhaps you should find someplace better to relax. A more secluded patch of grass where no one can trip on you or think you're dead, maybe."
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Rich lost him a bit with that last bit of rambling. Saralegui paused a moment while the other man settled himself in on the bench, frowning slightly in confusion, before trailing after.

"That isn't your real arm?" It didn't look natural, but still, he wouldn't have guessed... "How does it move, then?"

He shouldn't have been surprised, just given the ship they were on. But it was a surprise nonetheless, and Saralegui found himself looking over the prosthetic with an intensely fascinated stare.

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